User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-4677325-20160501193516

 "See? That wasn't... so bad." Falkin grunted, still pushing the cart. He then took a few moments to examine the camp before following Elmseye's line of sight. "Which one of us... should do the talking?"